CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : SHMOKE
Ain't no advisory needed
Shtambi is rated g, sheesh
Don’t cross my guys you gon’ need some jesus
Sweeter than reeses pieces
Brown boy getting some cheese all seasons
Puffin on cubans, fumes be fillin the room-u
Moving from place to place-u
Stripes on my kaalu don’t have no creases
Need no reasons
Shtambi be killing with ease
Get loopy in flights overseas
Please boy
Ain’t no comparing with me
Call up my team
Plot on tings every week
I got some news for you
Read ‘em and weep
Some fellers they strugglе with staying on beat
My guys don’t play when it comes to thе beats
Shorya zeke m to the o to the 3
Turnin ‘em opps to obsolete
Woah, uh
Ya guys are not so neat, aye
Throwing up prayers while shawty is throwing it pinnadi
Aadu when they hittin play only aattam paattu
Working too hard to be saving the kaasu
Quake the room i’m getting some offers
I got the marunthu, like i’m a doctor
Compliments from all of ya daughters
Aye, wow
Tooth got diamonds look at em dance
I already told you i need an advance
The block gets hot when i start to jam
A little bit parched please get me some cans
Still need my mutton briyani when i get a lamb
My shawty a ma’am
Your shawty a fan
Ulugam suthum tamilan
Glam glitz glitz
Came for the shmoke
Turn ‘em to ghost
Sh*t boy i came for the shmoke
Came for the shmoke
Burning this sh*t to the ground i leave ‘em in shmoke
Ya, ooh
Shtambi
Mike!
Heavily branded i stack my shoes
Ethana guys gon’ jack my groove
Just got my kudumbam outta debt
Yes you could say that i paid my dues
Live my kanavu dejavu
Straight outta tanjavur
Yung malathy lost her cool
I gave her that malli poo
Shawty her manasu fluttering lessa, aye
Just like haniffa i might just build a whole block out in tekka, aye
Rombe young thalaiva sippin’ on dom
Her mom is fond of my tunes
Tryna get plaques and put stones on the tooth
Shtambi go straight to the moon
Heavily guarded by tamilan goons
Shorya got some rhythms for you
Flightsch put me on moradan mood
When i come to the stu
Rombeve soor, mix it with mambalam juice
Aiyoyo
I’m swimming with thimingilam
Trust me pithingido, eating that poori with filet mignon
Shtambi is rated g, sheesh
Don’t cross my guys you gon’ need some jesus
Sweeter than reeses pieces
Brown boy getting some cheese all seasons
Puffin on cubans, fumes be fillin the room-u
Moving from place to place-u
Stripes on my kaalu don’t have no creases
Need no reasons
Shtambi be killing with ease
Get loopy in flights overseas
Please boy
Ain’t no comparing with me
Call up my team
Plot on tings every week
I got some news for you
Read ‘em and weep
Some fellers they strugglе with staying on beat
My guys don’t play when it comes to thе beats
Shorya zeke m to the o to the 3
Turnin ‘em opps to obsolete
Woah, uh
Ya guys are not so neat, aye
Throwing up prayers while shawty is throwing it pinnadi
Aadu when they hittin play only aattam paattu
Working too hard to be saving the kaasu
Quake the room i’m getting some offers
I got the marunthu, like i’m a doctor
Compliments from all of ya daughters
Aye, wow
Tooth got diamonds look at em dance
I already told you i need an advance
The block gets hot when i start to jam
A little bit parched please get me some cans
Still need my mutton briyani when i get a lamb
My shawty a ma’am
Your shawty a fan
Ulugam suthum tamilan
Glam glitz glitz
Came for the shmoke
Turn ‘em to ghost
Sh*t boy i came for the shmoke
Came for the shmoke
Burning this sh*t to the ground i leave ‘em in shmoke
Ya, ooh
Shtambi
Mike!
Heavily branded i stack my shoes
Ethana guys gon’ jack my groove
Just got my kudumbam outta debt
Yes you could say that i paid my dues
Live my kanavu dejavu
Straight outta tanjavur
Yung malathy lost her cool
I gave her that malli poo
Shawty her manasu fluttering lessa, aye
Just like haniffa i might just build a whole block out in tekka, aye
Rombe young thalaiva sippin’ on dom
Her mom is fond of my tunes
Tryna get plaques and put stones on the tooth
Shtambi go straight to the moon
Heavily guarded by tamilan goons
Shorya got some rhythms for you
Flightsch put me on moradan mood
When i come to the stu
Rombeve soor, mix it with mambalam juice
Aiyoyo
I’m swimming with thimingilam
Trust me pithingido, eating that poori with filet mignon
